"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I don't always post even when I want to post and I sometimes post when I don't want to.

I think there's a word for that....

Anyway I'm off to crawl in a corner and turn invisible to avoid the internet cops who will check my house whilst looking for me because I hatht revealed yet another seemingly tiny detail that proved to be a secret worth killing me over. A very normal occurrence actually.

Run on sentences aside, tata for (length of time between posting here).

"If they were to pull off Krusty's heist, they were going to need a distraction, and Bart was best at that. Homer thought it was a stupid idea, but the money was too good to say no.

The next day, Bart and Otto arrived at Homer's house and readied up. They were to meet Lenny and Carl at the Springfield Bank where they robbery was supposed to take place.

Bart walked into the bank, and immediately began his stint, taking the security guards by surprise. And then Homer took over, bashing both in the head with his rifle and walking in, commanding every one to get down.

As the duffel bags were filled with cash, Lenny and Carl went to the larger safe in the back. Homer watched guard, as Lenny and Carl finished their gig. After they destroyed the civilian's cell phones and took out the phone lines, the group left.

Homer rushed to Lenny's car, pushing Bart in. As he went to hand the duffel bag to Lenny, he was stopped with a cold Duff beer, courtesy of Lenny

"Hey Homer, you're gonna need this."

Boom. A gunshot went off, straight into Homer's leg. Homer dropped to his knees, as Lenny pushed him over. In the back of car, Bart struggled as Carl tried to contain him.

"We don't need the money, we got what we came for." The car drove off, speeding away as Homer regained his strength.

Chief Wiggum's police sirens grew louder as Homer got up, awaiting his final demise. He leaned up against a parked police car, taking out a loaded .45 pistol and cracked open his beer. As he took a sip, the rest of the boys in blue surrounded him, guns armed.

Homer smiled and said one final word.

"Doh." "

Eeeeh, I dont really like this one. I'm gonna say that Sideshow Bob is the next one

Fucking Youtube... Why does the fucking channel art have to be so damn big? And why does their cropping suck? Why can't I crop it myself? Why the fuck do I need to change to this white-noise lookin' bitch of a channel design? Why do I have to... How did the meeting go when they did this?

'Okay gentlemen, let's make the transition to the new Youtube One layout as frustrating as possible.'

'But sir, what about the users? Aren't they content enough with the layout we hav-'

It's so cute when my dog falls asleep with the tip of his tongue sticking out

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

A'ight game, but my Chao data got corrupted and I can no longer go to the Chao dimension or whatever the hecksees it was called. I was somewhat happy to be free from it all but it sucks that I can't go back to it period..

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."